Antennas to Heaven

What'll we do with the baby-o? What'll we do with the baby? What'll we do with the baby-o? Wrap him up in a tablecloth Throw him up in the old hayloft That's what we do with the baby That's what we do with the baby-o Every time the baby grins Give my baby another bottle of gin That's what we do with the baby That's what we do with the baby-o Every time the baby cries Stick my finger in the babies eyes That's what we do with the baby That's what we do with the baby-o Be careful, my friend He told me, if you want we will play He told me, if you want we will play Be careful, my friend, my friend With the feet is like that. How how? Like that The good king ... King Dagobert ... King Dagobert put his pants backwards but c'ètait an idiot CoCoCo the monkey, early yesterday, the tot in her small cage, he told me, if you want we will play Be careful, my friend, my friend, balalalalalala Dagobert King took a stand upside down We sing a little Titanic: ground floor falalala